The piano has landed, and the excess chest of drawers has migrated to the garage. My choir friend’s son, the newlywed chef, gratefully accepted a Bodum coffee pot and promised to ask his wife if she would like to peruse the contents of the Glory Hole.

And the last crate of wine arrived yesterday, pushing the cellar to 150 bottles. Some of the whites are getting old, so I need to ask people over to help me drink it.

Rose, another fiddler, is coming over for a visit after supper. I hope she likes Gewurtztraminer; it’s from 2013 and might even have gone off. We’ll see; it’s in the fridge.